"Fucking Saskatchewan," I said, looking out the car window at the endless landscape of nothing.

Daddy glanced over at me from driving. I refused to look at him. It was entirely his fault that we were back in this province. I was perfectly happy to leave this place behind after I graduated high school three years ago. I was going to be cranky this entire drive. I knew it and he knew it. At least he had the sense not to try and make things better.

We were already in improv mode. Because of airline delays we didn't arrive in Regina until 11 last night. Rather than try to drive...